Split.

I'm split between you and him.
You want to call me your own again.
Am I really able to destroy a friendship?
Never wanted to be like this and do such things.
But now I am in the middle of a situation, I am the only one responsible for.
Don't want to be the reason about the silence between you and him.
You want to call me your own again.
But do I want this too?
Am I willing to try it again?
Would love to crawl into a hole deep under the earth, because I belong there after all what I've done to your friendship.
What I want was never relevant.
Not from my opinion.
Can't we just forget all of these troubles and drink about existing friendships?
Just forget what hides behind our heads?
Former Mistress calls to the last supper.

I heard people get the life they are strong enough to live.
I think I got the wrong one.
Can't think about any other things but your words like knifes cutting me with such a adorable affection.
I'm captured in this endless circle made of self-hate, depression and debt.
Would like to go from there but I threw the key away.

I'm split.